Crown of Silence

The world collapsed.

It was as if the Iron Curtain and the sky were falling downwards. In the indescribable sense of suffocation, every part of the body was filled with intense pain and indescribable feelings.

Even divinity cannot be immune to such drastic changes.

With Odin's vitality, even though he would not be killed by this earth-shattering power, he could not escape the fate of being sealed immediately afterwards.

It can be expected that the Red King will never let go of this opportunity if he is at a disadvantage. For this thorn in his side, the Holy City must have prepared a place for him in the Mithril Vault.

Either they will be crushed to death, or they will be imprisoned forever and never see the light of day again.

"Actually, I think you made a mistake..."

Paganini let go of the wheel of balance, letting it fall from his hands, and laughed at himself: "Your enemy has never been me from the beginning to the end... But now it seems that the revival of the abyss is doomed to fail, 'Eternal Darkness' 'This era is not allowed by this world. Maybe all of this was just in your calculations from beginning to end?"

He paused, looked away, and looked into the void:

"I lost."

Even the Red King was stunned at that moment.

Paganini actually admitted defeat.

But soon, his eyes were cast into the void where nothing existed - Paganini surrendered, but the person he surrendered to was not himself.

A responding voice sounded.

A blurry projection appeared in front of Paganini.

"I've said it before, Paganini - those big heads are destined to fail, no matter how hard they try. This world no longer needs an abyss."

The old man thousands of miles away looked at Paganini and pointed at his heart: "Because there is a place more terrifying than the abyss here."

Facing this thin and old man, Paganini stretched out his hand and suddenly pierced his chest, cutting open his own music theory and scepter, revealing the deep darkness inside.

He stretched out his hand, and a large bowl that looked like it was carved from a skull bulged out from the darkness in his chest.

The large bowl is filled with deep darkness, which ripples like water, like a crack leading to another world, with countless phantoms looming from it.

In the darkness, there seemed to be countless people wailing and screaming, and the whole world was sinking.

The big bowl held in his hand seemed to hold up the entire world. Even Odin's body could not support the huge weight.

Just its mere appearance caused the world to change color, and the entire world was rendered into a layer of irreversible darkness. The light of the stars and the moon disappeared, and even the power of the three kings was faintly shaken by the erosion of darkness.

The Red King's expression suddenly changed, he stretched out his hand, and the music that gathered the power of the three kings played, launching a fierce attack regardless of all odds.

But Paganini didn't care. Instead, he bowed his head respectfully thinking about the empty projection in front of him, and offered the big bowl in his hand devoutly.

"Then, Lord Gaius, as agreed, I offer you the 'Abyss'."

He smiled and raised his head:

"——Please redeem me."

Gaius smiled, and the void projection stretched out his hand, pressed it on Paganini's forehead, and declared softly: "Then, in the name of the Eastern Orthodox Holy Church, I declare, Paganini, you can be saved. "

At that moment, thousands of miles away, on the land of the Caucasus, countless church bells roared.

Priests from all the Orthodox churches gathered in front of the altar, singing hymns loudly and praising the gods in the sky.

On the altar, the projection of the sacred crown of thorns became more and more concentrated, drawing out the power of the entire Orthodox Church, and its light shone brighter and brighter.

When the hymn reached its peak, the mighty power gathered into one place and arrived across thousands of miles. The crown of thorns broke through the void, crossed thousands of miles out of thin air, and fell into the hands of Gaius's projection.

It was the holy crown that the first pope had crowned. An artifact that had been lost in the long history, it appeared again in Gaius' hands at this moment!

"Gaius!"

The Red King's eyes widened, and sixteen furious voices sounded from his throat: "How dare you do this!"

"That's exactly how it should be."

Gaius chuckled, raised the crown high, and placed it on Paganini's head.

At that moment, hundreds of temporarily catalyzed bishops in the Orthodox Church vomited blood at the same time and let out shrill screams. Dark blood flowed out of their seven orifices. They were infected by the abyss breath in Paganini's body and turned into ashes during spontaneous combustion. Fetid ashes.

But in Paganini's body, the darkness that was so thick that it was difficult to see quickly seeped out. Under the purification and redemption of the sacred crown, Paganini could no longer maintain a smile, his face was ashen, and he let out a A hoarse scream. He twitched and roared, as if enduring the torture of purgatory, but as countless darkness seeped out of his body, pure light emerged from his chest again.

The weird aura disappeared without a trace, replaced by a sacred and solemn light.

The thing wrapped around the crown seemed to have pierced his flesh and blood, growing in place with his bones, becoming an inescapable shackles and an inescapable bondage.

At the same time, it also continuously purified the abyss music theory in his body and redeemed him as an apostle of God again.

Saint Paganini!

No, after swallowing half of Odin's divinity and the entire power of the Abyss Sages, he has been eternally sublimated at this moment.

——Angel Paganini!

"Such an amazing grace! It seems that the non-existent god has not abandoned me!"

The illusory and huge wings of light slowly spread out. Paganini raised his head and laughed loudly. He glanced at the livid Red King and bowed to Gaius.

"From now on, you will be the leader of the Orthodox Church, my Patriarch, and the Pope of the Orthodox Church."

Gaius looked down at him: "You will protect the true history and future of mankind, correct this distorted world, and restore everything to its original appearance."

Paganini nodded and slowly stood up, "Then, let me bring back the Wheel of Balance for you."

"No need."

Gaius raised his head and looked up at the gradually collapsing sky. His smile became mocking: "Just watch, Paganini, it's not time for you to take action yet."

Before he finished speaking, the Wheel of Balance seemed to sense something, spinning wildly and roaring.

The collapsed realm brought by 'Walstein' broke apart.

But to everyone's surprise, it was not Paganini who took action.

It was the stars in the sky.

The sky pillars shook, and the stars fell.

The sky shook, and the earth's crust wailed, as if the pillars supporting the world were cut off. Countless stars fell one after another, and the sky was full of stars from behind the broken sky.

The sharp starlight gathered and turned into the Big Dipper, covering the wheel of balance.

The long-accumulated Yaoguang Sword Chapter burst out instantly, and countless phantoms appeared around. A shadow like a person and a sword emerged from the Big Dipper, controlling the murderous intent in the sky from a distance, forcibly tearing the collapsed space, just like forcibly cutting the collapsed broken house, and then, the starlight was blazing, turning into a giant pillar, supporting the world again.

Everyone was stunned.

Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes in astonishment.

Yuan family?

Is the old man crazy? Planning to give up the original neutral and independent position of Zhendan and fight the three kings for Paganini?

No, it can't be shaken no matter how you think about it, right?

Although the music theory of the Dragon Vein Nine Clans depends on blood and empire, and has no subordination to the Three Kings, nor is it constrained by the Sacred Cauldron. However, in the cognition of the musicians, the Six Imperials have always been classified as equal to the saints, and it is impossible for one person to defeat the Red King who has the power of the Three Kings.

What is he thinking?

Soon, Ye Qingxuan's confusion was answered.

Because the material world was roaring, as if some huge monster was slowly descending from the etheric world, projecting its own projection on the material world.

City...

It was a city so gorgeous that it seemed to exist only in dreams!

The city was so far away, as if covered by layers of clouds and mist, and only a corner of the splendor could be seen in the fleeting changes, but this corner was so prosperous that it was suffocating.

The jade buildings, pavilions, and pavilions seemed to be made of white jade and pearls, adorning all the beauty in the world.

But it was too shaky.

In contrast, the walls of the city in the sky stretched out from the illusion one by one, as if they were close at hand, majestic and cold.

It was a majestic wall that separated the human world from the sky, and it was shockingly huge and incredibly steep. On the parapet, countless beacon towers burned with mighty flames, illuminating the dark night.

Each flame was a restrained and deep ether fluctuation, as if countless invisible musicians were patrolling on it, guarding the city in the sky.

That was the Great Wall!

The miracle created by the nine surnames of the dragon veins for hundreds of years, separating the entire East and the West, and covering the entire Zhendan country in it. The "man-made natural disaster".

With nine artifacts in the center, it was composed of the music theory and scepters of countless musicians, and turned into a terrifying defense.

Then, a magnificent movement unfolded from the sky, and the melody sounded in the low sound of bells and chimes. The gate on the huge city wall was opened, and the ether that gathered into a real torrent gushed out from it, like a mighty river in the sky.

Through the open gate, it seemed as if one could glimpse the scenery of the city in the sky.

That was an illusory creation, a legend that existed only in imagination.

The gorgeous red carpet was spread on the ground, guarded by thousands of cavalrymen, and the spices burned in the huge copper furnace, and the curling fragrance spread like clouds and mist. The celestial beings walked in it, with gorgeous appearances.

Twelve towers stood in the palace, and above the hall, there was a faint old emperor wearing a crown and with double pupils overlooking.

But soon, everything was hidden in the clouds again.

Only one huge ether wave after another flew out of the city gate, spanning thousands of miles in the air, and appeared above Guixu. They absorbed a large amount of ether, and soon, they outlined the shape of the incarnation again.

First came the middle-aged Hu people with purple beards and green eyes, followed by the white-haired old woman holding a locust stick, and then the man with a tall hat with a blurred face.

No one expected that Zhendan, who had never been interested in the outside world, would come out in full force at this time, and four of the former Six Imperial Guards came!

Under the blessing of the Great Wall, the etheric fluctuations of the four musicians rose steadily, and unexpectedly merged into the projection of the City of Heaven without any gap. Under the blessing of endless power, the etheric fluctuations rose steadily and completely entered the inhuman realm!

This is a secret that only circulated among the Six Imperial Guards. With the projection of the City of Heaven, it is enough to transform a person into a terrifying blessing of natural disasters in an instant.

——Ascension!